Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Everything appears to be OK again here. Tell your friends that we're back.
Jess is right, I wrote a lot more in the old days.
I hate papers.
Because I want to write differently about them this time around, it's been a while since I wrote on any of the 69 Love Songs. And I've only done Abigail and Absolutely Cuckoo, and when I can I want to write something new for the latter because I'm not happy with it. But anyway. I can't write about the songs in alphabetical order, be happy with everything I write, and finish before I receive my Ph.D. So I'm scrapping the alphabetical part.
Well, I sort of fixed my problem by running across a hardcover dual-language edition of the Investigations that was cheaper than the paperback version, so that I could not feel chumped paying the price I paid for it. I still would've preferred to have the English-only paperback though - it's much smaller.
Most striking thing in my life today, on the anniversary: the unexpectedness and brevity of my confusion, crossing I-94 on the bus and seeing the sky not charred black or horror-movie red, but plain old late summer midmorning bright.
Most emotional thing in my life today: later on the bus, the lyrics in the middle of the Magnetic Fields' "Meaningless": "and if you feel like keeping on kicking feel free". This was not an unusual reaction; there was no connection to the anniversary.
Yo La Tengo, "We're an American Band"
There's something characteristic about a number of guitar solos that go on for a while, but I never hear that here. Maybe because it mesmerizes me, so that once it turns into a squall, I'm surprised. And the squall sounds unpredictable (still), otherworldly (still). There are so many beautiful things that make me cry now that it's probably not worth my time to enumerate them. But this is still one of the worst (best).
(I told myself I should write more about this album, since I hardly ever do for how much I like it. But this is all I came up with, at least that I'll show you now.)
I had still never really gotten any Wire albums to sit totally well with me, even if I liked spots, until today when I put on Chairs Missing because Geeta mentioned it. I haven't really been putting any work into the album, so the change surprised me a little. I was captivated, amazed, enthralled, excited, others for the entire time. I have to listen more now so that I can say something about it.
Strong memories of place I associate with CDs currently in my carrying case (I'm leaving out recently acquired ones, where the places are always 'walking down the street' or 'the living room' or something like that):
The Sea and Cake, The Fawn - The first thing I think of is Lisa, because she's the one who introduced me to the band, but then I just remember places I talked to Lisa, like the studio or a restaurant, and those memories themselves aren't strong for me.
Eminem, The Eminem Show - Not the album, but the single, on the radio, me tangled in my covers in bed.
Mobb Deep, The Infamous - I've had this record for long enough to form more than the sorts of associations I ruled out above, but I don't have any. So, walking to Seven Corners and back.
Tom Waits, Alice - My room, the living room. Doh.
Sonic Youth, Murray Street - The patio sort of area on the West Bank of the U of M campus, bright hot son.
De La Soul, De La Soul is Dead - The east end of the Washington Avenue bridge, north side, heading west, hands in pockets.
The Magnetic Fields, 69 Love Songs, Vol. 2 - Walking south on Stange from Hawthorn Court in Ames, warm windy day.
The Magnetic Fields, 69 Love Songs, Vol. 1 - My apartment on Stanton in Ames.
Mogwai, EP + 2 - Passing through Pearson Hall at night, "Small Children" on the headphones for the first time, startling me when it explodes.
Boards of Canada, Music Has the Right to Children - My bed, in my apartment on Stanton in Ames.
The Dismemberment Plan, Is Terrified - Bed. Again.
Oh, I give up. They're all like that.